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"Why can't you come back? My heart beats only for you. Your sight alone quenches my thirst and hunger. Come back to me and I'll accommodate both you and your daughter," he broke into a weak sob "Come back to me, lest I die," he breathed heavily, holding his chest as he voiced the words 
"Oh, Edward!" Her rehearsed self-control slipped from its firm stand "I want nothing more but to stand in your arms forever," she sighed, "But I'm no more the girl you used to love, I'm a Prostitute."


Orphaned Roxanne, manages to land a job as a cleaner in a very prestigious company after four years of waiting helplessly. 
But this job comes with many tasking responsibilities that keep her forever on her toes. One of them being the fact that she has to keep herself from drowning in the grumpy CEO's lusty bed
However, withholding herself from falling into lusty temptation isn't the only struggle she has to face, as she is doomed to find out that the secret of her birth family has been lying beneath her nose, that her moral self-control against lust has slipped out of place and given way to a seed that has zero chance of knowing a father and that there is a concentratedly dangerous killer who would not rest until she has been reduced to ashes.

THE BILLIONAIRE'S BABY MAMA

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND ELEVEN

I laid on my bed, replaying the memory of the past days of the week, from its beautiful beginning to its sorry end. An end that had left me devastatingly suspicious of every fly around me.

Tarella's firm tone still sang the name "Sir Edward" in my ear, the same way it had done throughout the weekdays that I spent in the office. It followed me wherever I went. Shopping, the hospital where I went to confirm my pregnancy, and even to church where I had not stepped foot since my release from the orphanage, it followed me through and through making me grow eyes from the back of my head and at the same time constantly leaving me in a haze.

For some unknown reason, I refused to visit her again to get to the bottom of her suspicion. And like a coward I had become over-sensitive, almost trying to cast a vanishing spell on myself whenever I saw her.